http://slow.writerscafe.org/bjackson706 The original writings of author Brenda Sue en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776177061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For a Shape Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/334502/ 100 word dialog between two chocolate labs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/285256/ 100 words of dialogue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/282612/   We have the opportunity It's ours to plant our own seeds Each and every day.  The kind of seeds planted Will determine for us, The kind of life we have.  If we plant these seeds, Worry, anger, and sadness, These our garden will grow.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/245537/ When we're together I fly so highThat I could tickle the whole sky, Caressing clouds while in the rain,With you I find I have no restraint.Flying high in a hot air balloon. On a one way trip to the moon. Down to earth... into outer space,  Always traveling in your embrace.Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/245002/ Feelings and emotions we try to hide.Ups and downs locked safely inside.Everyone is wounded, we all have our pride.No matter how hard we try, we have all cried.Everyone at times turn into a Jekyll and Hyde.Our emotions rise and fall upon life's landslide.Trying to hide this pain wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/242139/ Please! Please!I beg you take nothing moreFirst my innocence, then my prideWhat is loving without themDeath has stepped into meAnd I have entered deathMy soul is now emptyBeing separated from my darlingScreams of sorrow do not have a voiceFor what is already goneMind an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/241422/ A little poem my grandfather use to tell us that I rewrote and added to a little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/240540/ For a contest, my first try at limerick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/237771/ Mostly written while sitting in the recovery room with my little girl after she had had minor surgery. She giggled as I recited some of the lines to her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/236389/ For a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/234876/ I started writing this for a contest but it changed to be a tribute to my grandfather. It is wondrous how words take on a meaning of their own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/234207/ feasting on the nectar of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/233754/ Snow dancing aroundBlankets the Big Horn MountainsHeavenly beauty   Its undeterminedWhere snow ends and sky beginsA tranquil setting Flawless perfectionHandiwork of our FatherPearly snow blanket   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/230947/ Another transatlantic collaboration by Phil Sanders and myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/229425/ Vigorous lightningTaking snap shots of the worldStriking where it may  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/228930/ Written for a contest. Inspired by Emily Burns! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/228451/ Another transatlantic collaboration from Phil Sanders and myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/228445/ Romantic and Pure Full of fantasies galore Swims our little fish[IMG]http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p46/bjacks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/228339/ A transatlantic collaboration by Phil Sanders and Brenda Sue. (Navy is Phil and Wine is Brenda) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/226807/ Over the rainbowRiding the snowy white cloudsTo eternity   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/226462/ A sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/225433/ my first date in 35 years and he turned out to be the love of the second chapter of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/223224/ Life is full of changes.With my birth, my parents' life changed.I fell in love and married, my life changed.Our son was born, our life changed.My husband died, bang life changed again.With the change of life, I decided to move to another state, leaving my son with our house in Florida... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/222966/ I am working at my desk, as Paige comes into the room all pouting, "Moma! Michael won't play with me.""Now dear.....""Mommie, he says I break everything I touch. Moma, I don't mean to." Paige falls down into the big overstuffed chair with her bottom lip hanging .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/222173/ trying my hand at haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/222095/ "Wesley, lets take a drive?""Alright, mom, where are we going?""I don't know, I just need to get out of the house." Sue tells Wesley as she starts to get her shoes on. Upon getting into the car Wesley starts changing the music. "What kind of music do yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/222063/ so many people tell me that they can not make tea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/222032/ At the beginning of love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/221063/ At night when I sleep I find you,You come back to me in a sweet dream,In my dreams it's just me and you,Why did you go so soon, why? I scream!There in my dreams I see you again,Oh, sometimes I wish I could sleep longer,And not be sad cuz' I can see you then,But I must wake up, carry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/220427/ Who am I but a seeker of truthWho am I but a chaser of rainbows; Who am I but a lover of travel, Both physical and of the mind - It's not about the destination, But wholly the journey! Who am I but a  freak who appreciates beauty Who am I but an explorer off the beaten path; W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/218799/ ...racing away from responsibilities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/217245/ Our souls will make historyYour spirit draw thee sweet to me.  I'll give to thee a lover's kiss, Dancing beneath the moonlight's bliss.  'Neath the silvery paradise, I'll taste your splendid spice, Wrapped in the sweetest blanket, Of a satin lover's sonnet. Wrap tender .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/215470/ ....out of the mouth of babes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/213067/ Some widow friends and I made this up one day for fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/207792/ Seeming much more confused than I used to. Without adequate sleep I don't know what I need to do, Making me a lot less reliable than I wish to be.I desperately want to clear things off my plate And they keep piling on, what a state.Partly because I keep raising my hand, stupid me.I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/204207/ Madison draw the picture with this poem for art class at school. She and I wrote this one evening, having fun together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/200915/ A little short story of how one person is handling their grief. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/200900/ A lost soulmateWhere is his balanceWorld falling apartCause of her absence To dream sweet dreamsShe has to departMakes for sleepless nightsAnd a broken heartLike magic it cameThe sound of a voiceFrom miles awayShe had no choiceThe touch of their handsThe look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/192223/ ...and laughter is too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/191582/ Even when things are going great, the heart still remembers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/191438/ There's a slimy alienat my doorOne lookI hit the floor It is orange redfrom head to toewith beady white eyesaglow Everything went dead stillwith the sound of it's voiceI spinned around,I had no choice. This slimy orange red alien wasnone other than my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/191409/ Time...will it make me feel better?After the death of my spouse and loved one?To tell the truth, time alone will not make you feel better. What you DO with the time is what will shape your path and your life.Give time to your memories;remember the beautiful, the horrible, the good, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/188959/ Just some thoughts from me on this cold morning.In this place that we spent our last days together. Spring will bring his birthday and the sadiversary with Winter. The grief monster hit like a ton of bricks, but I persevered. Pleasant surprises in the midst of stuff that I didn't know that h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/187914/ How we see ourselves determines how we perceive the world and our ability to deal with it.When I was a little child, I was very shy and easily afraid. As I grew up, there was still that basic shyness and apprehension about life, but over time, a growing sense of confidence emerged that somehow I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/187664/ Hear their laughterComing down the hallFeel their soft kissesAs hurrying out the doorSee their beautiful facesSmiling as you come homeSmell the nectar of parenthoodAs you learn more than you teachTaste the sweet successWhen they have grown and left the Nest! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/183325/ I'm a  small spiral notebook kept on the kitchen counter. Full of phone numbers, notes, grocery lists and drawings.I'm just a spiral notebook you see..But I was there the day they rushed him to the ER.In me are notes of what the doctors were sayingand questions to ask them...Col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/182788/ "Bless me, Lord, with patience;but I need it right away.I'll wait for You to help me,even if it takes all day."I want my silver lining NOW,but You can keep the cloud.If You gave me everything I want,I know I'd make You proud."My life has painful places, Lord-ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/182089/ A Letter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/180826/ Life just isn't the same since God came to take you away. It's a blessing they say because He took you. I just never imagined it would end this way. I couldn't comprehend you'd actually be taken away.Now I have a void in my heart since the day we've had to part. The pain is still here; I g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bjackson706/180728/